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When a fairly spiritual male friend of mine, who had finally found and was deepening into committed relationship with his soul mate, confided in me he was thinking of being single again, and in the next breath expressed his latest idea for raising consciousness worldwide, I wrote this poem.

If you want to change the world… love a woman-really love her.Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn’t make sense.Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen.Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing-every winged one, every furry and scaled one,every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one,every not yet born and dying one…Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life.If you haven’t heard your own name yet, you haven’t listened long enough.If your eyes aren’t filled with tears, if you aren’t bowing at her feet,you haven’t ever grieved having almost lost her.

If you want to change the world… love a woman-one womanbeyond yourself, beyond desire and reason,beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and varietyand all your superficial concepts of freedom.We have given ourselves so many choiceswe have forgotten that true liberationcomes from standing in the middle of the soul’s fireand burning through our resistance to Love.There is only one Goddess.Look into Her eyes and see-really seeif she is the one to bring the axe to your head.If not, walk away. Right now.Don’t waste time “trying.”Know that your decision has nothing to do with herbecause ultimately it’s not with who,but when we choose to surrender.

If you want to change the world… love a woman.Love her for life-beyond your fear of death,beyond your fear of being manipulatedby the Mother inside your head.Don’t tell her you’re willing to die for her.Say you’re willing to LIVE with her,plant trees with her and watch them grow.Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty,by helping her to remember every day that she IS Goddessthrough your adoration and devotion.

If you want to change the world… love a womanin all her faces, through all her seasonsand she will heal you of your schizophrenia-your double-mindedness and half-heartednesswhich keeps your Spirit and body separate-which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Selffor something to make your life worth living.There will always be another woman.Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull oneand you’ll grow restless again, trading in women like cars,trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire.Man doesn’t need any more choices.What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine,of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing,of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining rootsstrong enough to hold the Earth togetherwhile she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.

If you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman .Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.Love her through her fear of abandonmentwhich she has been holding for all of humanity.No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.No, she is not weak in her codependence.

If you want to change the world… love a womanall the way throughuntil she believes you,until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion,her wildness have returned to her-until she is a force of love more powerfulthan all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.

If you want to change the world,lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.Lay down your inner war, your righteous angerand love a woman…beyond all of your striving for greatness,beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.The holy grail stands before youif you would only take her in your armsand let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.

What if peace is a dream which can only be re-memberedthrough the heart of Woman?What if a man’s love for Woman, the Way of the Feminineis the key to opening Her heart?

If you want to change the world…love a womanto the depths of your shadow,to the highest reaches of your Being,back to the Garden where you first met her,to the gateway of the rainbow realmwhere you walk through together as Light as One,to the point of no return,to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.

Recognized internationally as a teacher, speaker, and healer, Rodolfo has shared the same stage as Deepak Chopra, Marianne Williamson, and other great consciousness leaders.

Rodolfo grew up in San Diego, California where after attending his first 10-day silent course of Vipassana meditation, was inspired to begin teaching.

In San Diego, Rodolfo founded The Center for Connection, a non-profit organization dedicated to the values of presence, trust, and altruism. He has since taken those same principles and carried them into communities worldwide.

In 2008, he took off on a 9-month journey around the globe that landed him in Bali where he continues his work of connecting community, holding space for authentic expression, and giving heart felt hugs. He has over 10 years of experience practicing and teaching these techniques, and has helped hundreds to manifest their deepest desires for joy.

It would be easy to define Rodolfo by the roles that he might play as a teacher or as a healer, but who we truly are, is the essence between those roles and identities. And in this way, Rodolfo is an expert at holding space for the authentic expression of who you are, inside or outside your roles.

Currently, Rodolfo is creating online platforms to accelerate the connection of conscious communities and facilitators. His projects can be seen here – Integrated Potential

What I relish from you more than anything is presence. I hunger for you to have the capacity to maintain deep, unwavering eye contact, undistracted by anything in the background. I crave your deep, resonant voice, and the slow methodical speed of your well thought out words. I yearn for you to breathe each breath with me and guide me to deepen my presence through example.

I am eager for you to stand strong, tall and powerful without figeting or getting restless. I love it when your face is relaxed enough to take me in with or without smiling, but always with deep breaths and a steady gaze. I love it when your head is held high, your spine is tall, your body looks strong and powerful. I adore it when you can hold me in a tender embrace long enough for me to melt.

I ache for your stability so I can be wild, expressive, and emotional. I want to be able to let go and go crazy with desire, passion, anger or sadness and see you still here and unwavering, just beinglike an eternal mountain range~ grounded and dependable. I long to feel your ability to stay through discomfort.

I love and adore your power because it is great and ferocious, but only when it is fueled by protective love instead of anger or the desire to control. I yearn to feel your devotion instead of any agenda to fix, solve, or match my energy. I want you to be a man so I can be fully what it is to be a woman. I love the strong, distinct flavor of male energy and I want to taste it in you through your passionate dedication to show up.

I need you to desire and cherish my radiance above your own. I need to feel that my beauty brings you into your body and gives meaning to your life. While I love that you feel emotions and I want to know about them, I hope overall you are the force of stability so I don’t need to constantly carry the mantle of strength… that diminishes my feminine light and hurts my spirit.

I love it when the flow of masculine and feminine ebbs back and forth between us both. It feels nice when you can show your strength in softness and I can flow my femininity through action… this feels delicious when we play it together. What I crave above all is the polarity in whatever dance we explore so we are magnetically drawn together.

Overall, I need you to know that I adore you! When you stand tall in your greatest power, I become the most tender, flowing and open. I want nothing more then to unleash and soften with you. I want nothing more than to trust you fully and give myself totally to you.”

It’s time for the voice of the Sacred Feminine to be heard.

But culture, conditioning, belief systems, religion, ancestors and personal wounds have attempted to thwart her power. Our fear of her force has driven us to keep a lid on our feelings while we cut down rain forests.

Rainforests that are, well, feminine. In the words of shaman Alberto Villoldo, “I remember being told by a medicine woman in the Amazon, Do you know why they are really cutting down the rain forest? Because it is wet and dark and tangled and feminine.”

As a child, truth was clear yet my voice was manipulated by a masculine determined to keep dominion over a home ruled by alcohol. The light of truth was unable to stare in the blind eye of booze.

This pattern internalized itself, twisting my voice in self-doubt. Is what I see real? What I feel true? My body armored itself against her sovereign flow of feeling. The dark, tangled mess of emotions were deemed worthless, abandoned to deep recesses of heart and soul. Mind, iron-like control and all that is rational served as the hallmark to success.

In her diminished expression my feminine could only encounter the diminished masculine. Intimate relationships danced in a painful tango with men who could not show up, refused to be seen, wavered in commitment.

In the ’70s Helen Reddy roared the feminine anthem I Am Woman. With equality on the table the expression of the feminine seemed to shape itself into a masculine form still unable to see the breadth of her dark and tangled power. Equal pay for equal work constricted the essence of the feminine in a box way too small for her majesty.

The feminine voice arising now is distinctly differentiated from the masculine. The voice is birthing as if for the first time yet emerging from primordial roots through eons of time and space. Her voice holds fierce truth that cannot keep quiet. She has seen too much. Suffered too long.

Dark. Messy. Tangled. Wet. Wildly and ecstatically feminine.

Her worth is the depth of her feeling. The force of her presence. The radiance of her love in all its expressions. Her relentless truth can make you squirm. Her blinding light unveils shadows.

The prophecies call now for the ending of an era, a passage into a new pachakuti, a new epoch marked by an evolution of consciousness. Primal powers that have lain dormant are awakening within. Our feminine voice is rising.

In our delusion spirituality consists only of Light. For our ascension to Light, our ascension in Love is met by the depths we traverse in darkness. Our perception heightens in darkness. Through darkness every seed takes pilgrimage. It is the dark and tangled feminine matrix that is restructuring within.

How does the masculine now shape itself to meet this emerging feminine both within us and around us? Old strategies of control and domination are no longer viable, in personal relationship nor in the world. A new world order is upon us.

This is the evolutionary work we have come to do. How we hold the Sacred Feminine and Sacred Masculine through a dance of partnership will blaze the trail of our dawning. A dawning where each is empowered by the other in order to rise to the most divine aspects of our becoming.

The birthing of the feminine in all her glorious forms and expressions is upon us. She does not seek domination over the masculine. Nor does she wish to be masculine.

Karen Chrappa is a comtemporary medicine woman and author of A Structure for Spirit. She works in both the visible realms of form and the invisible realms of Spirit helping clients embody their sacred essence. She has studied extensively with Alberto Villoldo and the Four Winds Healing the Light Body School and with master shamans of the Andes. She continues to travel to Peru with her ayllu, A Bouquet of Light, to awaken the Sacred Feminine. She can be found on her blog, A Structure for Spirit or at her Facebook Page.

In my silent practice, two voices have come up from the depths and begun a dance I am sure they were dancing even when noise filled my mind and I simply could not hear their graceful footsteps.

One voice is masculine, one is feminine…but the distinction has been an effort to make for their communion is so intertwined I have had to listen closely to find which was which…and to realize that not just their voice, but their language, words, and expression also are distinct if you stop long enough to really hear them.

“Meet me at the shores of some forgotten ocean,” I can hear the masculine whisper, “and I shall wash your feet and bathe away your sorrows.”

“If I shed my tears, they shall mix within your waters, ” the feminine responds, “and I do not want to disturb your peace.”

“These waters and your tears have come from the same place, the same source. Shed your tears, and let your story be the waves that come and go,” he says, “beneath those waves my peace and yours remains.”

As I listen to these voices within…I begin to hear them around me also, from the people with whom I interact. And I realize how often we have acted from our masculine, when it was the feminine that needed to be nurtured; and how often we surrender in our feminine when the masculine is being called to act.

I look around and I see many women seeking power through their masculine aspects, when their true feminine power lies in surrender, in the strength to trust and open.

And I see men using their logic and thinking to manipulate women into paying them attention, validation, and loyalty. The desire to be seen and heard is their feminine side asking to be held, yet they too bring their masculine structure to answer what the feminine is best to handle.

I believe a man’s true masculine power lies in his ability of devotion; to support, lift, and give trusted space to the feminine to express.

“Do you trust that I do not need you to fulfill me, but that I cherish the fulfillment holding you gives me,” the masculine asks of my feminine.

“In moments of safety, when I feel the tension of your Being pulling, not away from me, but rather pulling to hold me as I lean back in surrender, I can see the truth of your cherished fulfillment, ” she says, “but when you try to prove your worth to me by showing your strength or worldly knowledge, I lose faith for you are too busy proving yourself to me instead of listening to my needs. I will always test you…but it is not your worth that I am testing..it is your stability. Can you hear me, lift me, and still remain solid where you stand?”

I realize, that sometimes I am so busy proving myself I do not listen to what is being asked of me. It’s like the feminine asking the masculine to take out the trash, and the masculine responding, “Look, I am strong enough to build this house, smart enough to make good money, and skilled enough to fix things when they break.” And then the feminine saying, “Yes, that’s nice, but the trash smells, can you please take it out?

Our masculine side must learn to listen, and our feminine side must learn to ask.

For my feminine, it is not an asking by means of petition, but rather it is by means of invitation. Express what needs and wants you have as feminine and the masculine will hear you. Express only those things not wanted, such as in complaint, and the masculine does not know where to support. My masculine wants to serve, his devotion compels him, but if his only clues are what is wrong or not wanted, he will not know in which way to serve.

The masculine must wait, stay patient in his solid stance, and give the feminine time to find the words and safety to express what she actually wants.

In devotion, my masculine does not seek to change, control, or possess. For his worship is not of a trophy or conquest, but rather his worship is a recognizing, beholding, and appreciating of the feminine before him that gives him his greatest purpose – to support and serve.

He must stop with his agendas and drop into service and appreciation, and the feminine must give him space to be trusted in doing so.

“If you want me to trust you, than lead me by your example, not by your stories and supplication. Show me, move me, know me – and I will invite you into my home,” the feminine says.

“I am but the piano keys here to strike the strings that sing your song,” says the masculine, “there will be times that I lose the harmony and I ask that you trust I have not stopped listening. I ask that you not fill in the missing notes where I have fallen absent, for if I do not hear the gap, I will not know where to jump back in.”

I can see that when my feminine does not invite or create space for my masculine to compliment her Being, then he is left without purpose, and the masculine without purpose will seek another purpose or otherwise become frustrated. All too often his frustration is brought against the feminine for whom he simply wants to serve, but who does not allow him.

My masculine wants to provide for his partner, yet the feminine has deemed she is capable of providing for herself. So, where does that leave him? He begins to wish for her to give up her things, her control, her power, so he can feel useful.

Can the masculine instead of asking her to empty her cup, make his cup large enough to encompass hers. Like this, might she feel held and accepted in her self-made security…and maybe, eventually, release that security to the strength of his.

When my feminine denies the offering of the masculine to hold space for her…she is telling him “I do not trust you” and this is the worst insult the feminine can make. She is also teaching him to be untrustworthy – for if all he hears from her is that she does not trust him…he will eventually believe that is what she desires and will fulfill his service as such.

My feminine is changing her mind, opinion, emotions, action and attitude all the time…but she will remember and hold the masculine to his. Thus as the masculine I must not seek to abide to her every wish and whim, or to bend her to my own…it will not work. Rather, I must expand the presence of my masculine self, hold the space that allows the feminine to express in all her varied ways, and not believe what the feminine says or speaks, but rather listen to her body and her energy. For her words will change with every emotion and circumstance, and it is the subtle and soft language not of her mind that requires my attention and response.

The dance of the masculine and feminine is about knowing the character of each…and that they do not “need” each other as dependents, but rather can unite in balance to lift each other in a brilliant expression of movement and dance. They can see the divine perfection of one another and in that recognition of beauty, have no choice but to overflow with the worship of each other.

The fully realized Goddess will recognize the God…the fully realized God will recognize the Goddess.

I am silent, listening and observing this ecstatic dance moving within me. And when I look to others, I see the partnership dipping, whirling, and holding within them also.

“Let us dance, I will lead, I will follow, we shall make music with our footsteps.”

Incarnates Of Aphrodite: A New Ancient breed of Goddess

Incarnates of Aphrodite

As the balance of the inner Divine Masculine and Feminine stabilizes, there is a seemingly unusual breed of women coming to light. I say unusual, but I find her to be quiet usual, and fantastic. I have had the honor of meeting and loving a few of the Divine deLights via our many travels and open hearts and they continue to appear from the mists into our reality. Thank you Goddess for bringing me close to sisters who know and understand this flame that burns with in my depth!

I have found these women to all be creative and artistic, with a strong personality and intoxicating sense of humor. The laughter of one of these magical creatures is said to strum the strings of even the coolest hearts.
We love to see and be seen; to perform and transfer energies of joy, laughter and sensuality through music, movement and many other entertaining cultural art forms pleasing to the senses. This is done simply to watch the masses be in joy. To heal. To Open.

Most of them are complete nurtures and healers. She seems to know what you need, when you need it and has it before you before you knew you needed it.
She is kind, soft, and compassionate and carries an air of sex all around her. To lay with an incarnate of Aphrodite can be exhilarating, soft and sensual or for some, even frightening and spiritually awakening for others.
She is strong, some jaded, and can be hell on wheels should she feel the need. A secret air of purpose crackles the energies all around her.

She is an Incarnate of Aphrodite.

I’m left to wonder…..is this a new evolution of woman born of ancient blood and power? I think so. I believe these women are being called to service too. I find most of us are on intense healing paths, ones that offer us an intensity of lessons to learn for the purpose of being prepared to offer this knowledge in a more digestible manor to our fellow humans.

The greatest healing an Incarnate of Aphrodite can offer is in the Tantric sense. She can, and will if you allow her, help one to open their hearts. Not only with sex, however sex magic has been performed for centuries and is one of the most powerful modalities an Incarnate could offer, but with a garden of sweet, soft and compassionate arts. A lap to lie in. A shoulder to cry on. A friend to talk to. A Muse to inspire….

The power of these women has long been respected, forgotten and now seems to be coming again to the forefront of our society. It often elicits reactions of fear, anger and judgment. Married women hustle their husbands away; single men get the wrong idea. Although children adore the vibration of an Incarnate…they can sense the purity of the nurturing frequency.

However, its not only power that shakes loose the Fear monsters….its Love. Love is the ultimate healer, the ultimate shaker of shadows and in the end the only way. These women bring with them an intoxicating sense of Love. Seeming to embody the very essence of what it is to Love.

She Loves the birds song. And Laughs.

She Loves the drums beat. And Dances.

She Loves the Trees story. And Listens.

She Loves her breath. And she Sings.

She Loves her Divinity. And she Creates.

She Loves her fellow Human. And she Is.

So, when you find yourself nose to nose with one of these lovely ladies (or men), do not judge, or be in fear. Know only that Mother Venus is near.

A dakini (Sanskrit: “sky dancer”) is a Tantric priestess of ancient India who “carried the souls of the dead to the sky”. This Buddhist figure is particularly upheld in Tibetan Buddhism. The dakini is a female being of generally volatile temperament, who acts as a muse for spiritual practice. Dakinis can be likened to elves, angels, or other such supernatural beings, and are symbolically representative of testing one’s awareness and adherence to Buddhist tantric sadhana.

According to legend, members of the Indian royal castes and the wealthy nobility brought their deceased to the far North to visit the Shrine of the Dakini (located at the foothills of the Himalaya). Other legends mention a Tibetan myth which says dakini first appeared in a remote area “pure of man”.

Dakini are timeless, inorganic, immortal, non-human beings who have co-existed since the very beginning with the Spiritual Energy. In some New Age belief systems, they are angelic. This New Age paradigm differs from that of the Judeo-Christian by not insisting on angels being bona fide servants of God.

Moreover, an angel is the Western equivalent of a dakini. The behavior of dakini has always been revelatory and mysterious; they respond to the state of spiritual energy within individuals. Love is their usual domain – one explanation for dakini or angels supposedly living in the sky or heaven. Manifestations of dakini in human form occur because they supposedly can assume any form. Most often they appear as a human female. By convention, a male of this type is called a ‘daka’.

In Tibetan Buddhism and other schools closely related to Yogacara and Vajrayana practises, a dakini is considered a supernatural being who tests a practitioner’s abilities and commitments. Many stories of the Mahasiddhas in Tibet contain passages where a dakini will come to perturb the would-be Mahasiddha.

When the dakini’s test has been fulfilled and passed, the practitioner is often then recognised as a Mahasiddha, and often is elevated into the Paradise of the Dakinis, a place of enlightened bliss. It should be noted that while dakinis are often depicted as beautiful and naked, they are not sexual symbols, but rather natural ones. There are instances where a dakini has come to test a practitioner’s control over their sexual desires, but the dakini itself is not a being of passion. Tantric sex may involve a “helper” dakini – a human female trained in Tantra Yoga – or an “actual” dakini. Both increase the level of erotic pleasure for the sexual participants by helping them focus on a non-physical state of spiritual joy and the physical pleasure of sex at the same time.

Iconographic representations tend to show the dakini as a young, naked figure in a dancing posture, often holding a skull cup filled with menstrual blood or the elixir of life in one hand, and a curved knife in the other. She may wear a garland of human skulls, with a trident staff leaning against her shoulder. Her hair is usually wild and hanging down her back, and her face often wrathful in expression, as she dances on top of a corpse, which represents her complete mastery over ego and ignorance. Practitioners often claim to hear the clacking of her bone adornments as the dakinis indulge in their vigorous movement. Indeed these unrestrained damsels appear to revel in freedom of every kind.

There is a connection between Dakini goddess energies and all of creational feminine dieties.

Some people believe the Dakini language is linked to that of Atlantis – the trilling of the high priestesses in the language of Vril.

Dakini is the Goddess of Life’s Turning Points. Distillations of archetypal emanations, the Dakinis represent those essence principles within the self which are capable of transformation to a higher octave. Dakinis are ‘sky dancers,’ heavenly angels devoted to the truth (dharma), woman consorts of and partners with the god-creators of India and Tibet. Dakini serves as instigator, inspirer, messenger, even trickster, pushing the tantrika (aspirant) across the barriers to enlightenment.

Dakini’s wrathful aspect is depicted by the mala of skulls. Her peaceful aspect is depicted by the lotus frond. Like Hindu goddess Kali, her role is to transmute suffering. Her left hand holds high the lamp of liberation. Dakini represent the sky being a womb symbol connoting emptiness, creativity, potentiality. They are objects of desire and also carriers of the cosmic energies that continually fertilize our human sphere. Dakinis bring us pleasure and spirituality. They provoke the enervating lust that brings life into being. They are poetic and cosmic souls, put here to tempt us to spirituality.

It is said that the Dakinis have the power to instantly entrap mere mortals with their gaze. The mirror of your mind is the mysterious home of the Dakini – your right brain – your feminine side. The secret Dakinis guard the deeper mysteries of the self. Representing upsurging inspiration and non-conceptual understanding, Dakinis invite you to cut free of all limitations. They are unconventional, unexpected, spontaneous, dancing in great bliss, at one with divine truth. In the eastern tradition, a cycle of 64 Dakinis/Yoginis represents a complete cosmogram for the transformation of the self, embodying the total energy cycle of creation as depicted by the dance of Gnosis, the wisdom and energy of the divine feminine. In representing this complete cycle we have the opportunity of evoking not only the Goddess, but of manifesting the totality of the Great Goddess herself.

Yogini/Dakini temples flourished in India around the 9th through the 12th centuries. Erected in remote places, especially on hilltops, the temples were circular enclosures open to the sky. Around the inner circumference were 64 niches which housed exquisite stone carvings representing various aspects of the Goddess energy, creating a circular mandala around a central image of Shiva, symbol of Cosmic Consciousness and the one-pointedness of yogic discipline.